Standing on the balcony overlooking the assembled stage and crowd, Morrison Van Sen, Moff of Selene and capturer of Han Solo chugs down a shot of Corellian Whiskey. He would participate in this farse. Another bad move on the Empire's side, one he could do nothing about. He lights up a cigarette and smokes it quietly as he waits for the prisoner to be brought down and for the judges to be called down to the stage. The tobacc stick doesn't take long to blink out of existance between the Kallan's large fingers. He tosses it into a crystal ash tray and grabs his dark-blue colored helmet. "Time to make a martyr," he mutters to himself.